
Cala stepped into the shop, already dry from flying,
"Sorry im late sir...," she said to the old man, who happened to be the owner of the shop. She put on her apron, and stepped behind the counter,"No your quite alright my dear,juggling school and work must be a handful..." Cala smiled at him,
"Its not that hard...," she said. Taking a seat on a stool, the began to arrange some flowers.